How Did You Know?

I have talked about our love story before. The shortened version is this, Dave and I were friends for six months. He liked me. I knew he liked me. I wasn’t done having fun. I didn’t want a boyfriend.

To be fair, he didn’t want a girlfriend either.

And still he liked me. He came over to watch Boston Public every week even though he admitted later to hating the show. He came to watch a junior high football game because I was coaching cheerleading.

And still I put him off. I thought he was too nice. He was my friend. I tried to hook him up with my sister and my best friend.

You know a man has to be incredible if you’re willing to hook him up with your sister.

So one night after many months of knowing he wanted to make a move but not making a move, I told him that I would kiss him and I was unbelievably shocked pleasantly surprised that he was a great kisser.

Then I got smashed and we hooked up.

Romantic, eh?

He claims this is the precise reason I don’t drink anymore.

Here is the thing… I thought the instant you met the person you were going to marry there would be fireworks. You would just KNOW. He would be a fairy tale prince riding up on a white horse. Your cartoon eyes would pop out of your head. Dream Weaver would play a la Garth. He would walk in the door and there would be an instantaneous something going off in my brain saying “this is the ONE!”

And maybe for some people it is. {Dave.}

For me, it was more like a slow realization, an enlightenment if you will, that this man was everything that I wanted. Everything. He was kind. I liked him on a friendship level as well as a romantic one. He was intelligent. He opened my car doors and owned a suit. He was hilarious and he was patient. Most of all he loved me unconditionally and out loud.

Thankfully, I came to my senses.

What is your story? Did you know in an instant? Was it a slow realization? Are you still waiting to find out?

12 comments:

Other than a few details, this story is frighteningly similar to mine. I was having fun dating an older dude...my friend tried to set up my man with all of her friends except me...we met at a group outing...he called...I ignored...I went out...I hung out...I was not that interested...and then one day (3 months later) "POP!" - what the heck was I doing - he was a nice guy (with a good job). He later told me that that was going to be his last phone call to me - he was done with my nonsense.

I was busy dating a cheating alcoholic when I met my husband because I was, apparently, an idiot. After that ended, Jason was the first friend I called. We spent a lot of time together over the next few months and when he finally kissed me, I absolutely knew that we were going to end up together. That was 13 years ago and here we still are...

This sounds similar to our love story. My friends actually staged an intervention because I wanted to break up with him because he was TOO NICE. I'm so glad I listened to them because I fell hard for him in the coming months and now can't imagine my life without him. That reminds me that I need to continue writing our love story on my blog.

My story is so similar to yours. We were friends for nine months, and he shamelessly flirted with me the whole time. But I didn't want a boyfriend, he wasn't completely done with his ex, I still wanted to have fun. And besides, he was TOO nice, treating my well and being polite and kind. :) I finally came to my senses. Ever thankful that I did!

That's a great story! I met and started dating my husband when I was 15. I'm pretty sure I was more worried about a prom date than marriage back then. It was a slow realization for me. I'm pretty sure my husband knew right away.

I loved this! I'm the traditional when you know you know. It hits you like a ton of bricks deal. My husband and I met on myspace over 8 years ago. We were friends for a year before I finally decided I needed to meet him. Since we were both in relationships at the time obviously waiting until we were both single was key. When we were I made the move, My bff and I made a road trip plan with his friends to surprise him. When I was finally face to face with him I had butterflies that never left my stomach. After his shock wore off, he kissed my cheek and fireworks went off. It would be 4 months after that initial meeting, a very long summer mind you where he couldn't make up his mind if he wanted to deal with long distance dating... he finally came to his senses and we've been together every since. 7 years going strong, and 4 months of marriage. He's the only dude I've ever been SURE I wanted to marry. That alone told me, he was the one.

That being said I'd much rather have a slow realization that someone was the one for me.. than to jump in blindly and realize slowly I made a bad mistake. It's good to take your time and know it's right. I think you did just fine :)

I met my husband while I was on a date with one of his friends. When I saw his blue eyes I knew he was the one. I went home that night and called my male best friend and told him. That best friend obviously took it hard because he stopped speaking to me. No regrets. Oh and the guy I was on the date with was a groomsman at our wedding!!!